Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
My brows furrow, confused as to why he’d say that, but then he suddenly wraps his legs around my body and flips me over with ease as though he’s done this plenty of times before. And now I’ve lost the upper hand.
“My friends will be here any second now,” he says. “And I can’t wait to show them the kitty I caught.”
“Over my dead body.” I lean in and bite his arm until it bleeds.
He yelps and retracts his arm far enough for me to slip out underneath him. My hands curl around the mask around his face, and I rip it up as I crawl to my feet.
I kick him and stomp on his chest with my sharp heels, staring down at the face of one of the three men who have haunted my life ever since I came in contact with them.
I know this dude.
He’s one of the Phantom Society guys.
The scrawny one with the lanky frame, the long hands, an upside-down cross dangling from his ear, short curtain red hair, obviously dyed. And that wretched grin is still on his face.
Yeah, it’s definitely one of them.
Didn’t Brooke say his name was … Milo?
I grasp his collar and make him look at me. “Did you follow me?”
His hands lock around my ankle. “No. Did you?”
I flick my knife out of my pocket and hold it over his throat.
My nostrils flare. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave my name out of your fucking mouth, and you won’t show your face to me again. Got it?”
He practically melts underneath my hand. “Oh …”
I don’t know what’s wrong with this dude, so I quickly release him from my grip, pouncing onto his chest once more for good measure. But it only makes him groan with a slight hint of arousal.
What the fu—
The door opens up again, and my head rises to meet the gaze of the other two hidden behind the same familiar white masks.
Shit.
I push him aside and bolt off through the yard, running back to my motorcycle, and hop on without putting on my helmet. It rolls off the passenger’s seat and falls to the street as I race off, the two remaining guys chasing me down the road.
Too late.
Milo
“Goddammit, that was her, wasn’t it?” Nathan yells as he and Kai come back into the yard.
“Yup,” I say as I lean up.
“Fuck, she got away again,” Nathan growls, and he kicks the tree. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He turns toward me, grabs me by the collar, and lifts me off the ground. “Tell me you saw her. Who is she?”
Kai stares me down, the look on his face murderous.
I don’t like choosing between the two of them.
“I don’t know,” I reply. “But she knows who I am now.” I can still feel her feet prodding me in the chest, and fuck me, the mere memory already makes me want to touch myself where she pounced on me. “But she clearly knew how to throw some punches.”
Nathan furrows his brows, clearly confused.
But I’m not.
That woman was violent and deranged.
Blood still drips from the bite mark in my arm onto the pavement, and all I can think of is …
Wow. What a woman.
Now I definitely understand what Kai sees in her.
Kai snorts. “You’re trained in jujitsu, and you let a random girl beat your ass?”
“You’re the one to talk,” I spit back.
“You’d let that girl walk all over you,” he retorts.
A smirk forms on my face. “I’d fucking beg her to.”
“Jesus.” Nathan grunts in frustration and releases me. “She is not your accomplice. She’s a liability we can’t afford.”
“What is she going to do? Tell on us?” I say as I get up from the ground and pat down my shirt. “Expose herself in the process?”
Nathan throws the bag at me. “Fuck, never mind. We’re done here anyway.” He turns around and walks off.
“If she saw Milo, she’ll know within no time we’re part of the Phantom Society,” Kai says.
Nathan stops in his tracks.
“She’ll probably come after us.”
Nathan glances at us over his shoulder. “Then we’ll give her a warm welcome.”
LANA
I throw off my kitty mask and gear and chuck everything into my closet before putting on a white silk nightgown. Then I sit down at my desk to silently rage in the darkness. Goddammit, why were they there? They must be using the same site I am. There’s no question about that. But it almost feels like this is too much of a coincidence to be real.
I get up and pace around the room without even bothering to turn on the lights while I try to make sense of things.
Milo… was he the guy who danced with me at that Phantom Society party?
I close my eyes and picture what the guy looked like, how his hands felt on my body, that voice … no, Milo didn’t sound or feel anything like him.